My journey from CAN'T to CAN – one workout at a time.

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Aunt Pat and MommaI know we all have things or people that motivate us to work hard to achieve our goals.  People that push you.  People that inspire. I wanted to give you all a look into what it is that motivates me.  To be fair, there are many things and people that push me to work hard, but there is one situation in particular that I think of daily.  It involves 2 very special people and they, along with many others in my life, push me to be better and do more each day.  It just so happens that today happens to be the birthday of one of these people.


In 1989, both my mother and my aunt were diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis.  And, let’s be honest, it’s really not a great situation for a family to be in.  My aunt is someone that I’ve always felt a special bond with.  Someone that understood me, gave me crap when she needed to, and always, always told me how much she loved me.  My mother is, well, she’s my mommy.  And this disease is super scary.  I won’t go into all the details, but suffice it to say MS works quickly and tends to destroy everything in its path. It takes resilience and fight to get through each day.  And that’s what these two women have always had.

My Health Scare

Fast forward many years – I began exhibiting symptoms of MS.  For several years, I ignored it, but I knew I had to take care of it.  I had every single test to diagnose MS – two MRIs, a million blood tests, a spinal tap, and a whole mess of other crap.  It was my worst nightmare.  The best day ever was the day my spinal tap results came back negative for MS.  It was just fibromyalgia.  And what a relief that was.  Now, FM is no picnic.  BUT, it’s no MS either.

Aunt Pat as Little GirlThe End

After more than 20 years of fighting and struggle, late last year, my aunt succumbed to the affects of MS.  She had fought for as long as she could.  She was finally at peace.  Finally free from the pain.  Every single day, she motivates me.  Every single day, I think of her.  I think of her struggle and I think of how hard she fought this horrible disease.  My mother is still fighting the fight.  She exercises daily, in spite of her obstacles.  That motivates me.  These two women—these sisters—make it obvious what I have to do.  I have to fight.  I have to overcome.  I have to think of my aunt each and every day and honor her memory by never giving up.

Today is my Aunt Pat’s.  She would be 71 years old.  I loved her tremendously and I hope, wherever she is, she knows that.  I hope she knows she is one of the main reasons I fight so hard.  I’ll never give up.  Mostly because I know if I did, she would kick my ass.